Posted in Poetry


Life, a puzzle, is her mind.
Had she believed -his way
relief would have come sooner.

He called her a phoenix,
braver and smarter than
so many other girls he knew.

If he only knew.
She was nothing, she told.
He refused to listen.

A man who sits and advises, won’t listen?
She was the one who had to hear and abide.

Posted in Memoir, Poetry


the room narrows
familiar scent
wafts in
no one notices
slipping me relief from
horror. his cavity
beyond belief. i let

him down. i failed
motherhood. a sworn
protector, my child
forgive. smelling
guilt, release me
from fear. A pleasing
fragrance, lightness

lifts sweet dreams.
I woke up
a different room
a dentist’s chair
a strangeness loomed
with judging stares,
feeble concern offered.

I was guilty.